-SAM-

Sam looked up from his ball and sprung up pulling his brother into a tight hug.

"Sammy let me go." Dean said quietly pushing softly against his shoulders.

Sam looked up confused, "Let you go? Dean I thought you were…" tears began to leak out of his eyes again.

"Well I'm not. I'm alive and well." Dean looked like he was dying inside with the next few words he said as he stepped back slowly from his brother, "Sam I can't be around you anymore. I'm only a danger to you. Don't come sit outside my door again." Dean gripped Sam's arms and pushed his brother off and walked to the door. Turning his attention to Lucifer he said, "Take care of my brother. Do not let him in my room." Grabbing the old stuffed panda off the shelf Dean disappeared out of the room.

"Dean!" Sam screamed scrambling forward. Luc caught the distraught Sam around the waist and held him in place. Sam curled against Luc and cried into his shoulder. He clung to the man he hardly knew his knees going week.

"Come on." Luc said gently leading Sam back to the bed and curling up next to him. Sam clutched the front of his shirt and just cried until there were no tears left.

The funeral for his parents was three days later. Sam's eyes were puffy from crying so much and he couldn't help himself when he looked around for Dean. Dean only left his room now when he had to go to the bathroom. Otherwise he flat out refused to exit the room. So it didn't surprise him that Dean didn't show up but it hurt like a knife every time someone asked where Prince Dean was or why he hadn't shown up to the funeral.

It took Sam several weeks to get used to the notion that Dean didn't want to see him. The first few weeks, Luc had to carry Sam away from Dean's door until Sam only stopped by to tell Dean good morning or good night.

Sam sat alone a lot in his room the first year after his parents died. He dropped out of school. After Dean had locked the gates, Sam felt no reason in fighting him.

"Sam?" Luc called tentively into the room.

"Come in." Sam called quickly pulling his fingers though his hair hoping he didn't look like too much of a mess.

"Happy Birthday!" Luc sang caring a small cake into the room three lit candles in top.

Sam smiled, "Thank you." He patted the bed beside him letting Luc know he could sit beside him.

"This is from me and the kitchen staff," Luc explained sitting beside Sam. He carefully set the tray on Sam's lap, "They all miss you. You gave them someone to talk to and someone to work for. Sam I know it's hard losing your parents the way you did but we need someone to help keep this place in order and Dean refuses to leave his room. We all need you."

"On one condition." Sam replied. He looked down at his cake and knew what Lucifer was stating was true. Dean would wait to take over as king till his last possible moment. Someone had to keep this place in some kind of order.

"I'm listing." Luc replied a small smile on his lips as Sam blew out his candles.

"You find the key to my mom's library. I want to go in there. There are plenty of books to keep my busy when no one needs me here and it smells like my mom." Sam replied shoving his fork into the cake and taking a small bite.

"I'll get right to that." Luc responded dragging his finger across the frosting and licking it off his own finger.

"How old are you?" Sam asked taking a much larger bite of his cake.

"twenty two." Luc replied springing up from the bed. Sam nodded being only 16 he would have to wait a bit longer to try something.

Sam went about doing what Dean refused to. He kept the castle in order and interacted with the servants. When he wasn't needed he would be buried in his mom's books.

::=::\ FOUR YEARS LATER/::=::

Sam groaned stretching in his bed he cracked his eyes open and couldn't help but smile. Luc slept peacefully next to him, his breaths coming in and out slowly. Sam leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"Good morning." Luc said groggy wiping his eyes

"Morning Luc," Sam replied his voice deep from sleep. Scratching his face he sat up and pulled a pair of boxers on, "How did you sleep last night?"

"Great. And you?" Luc replied smiling up at Sam as he pulled his own boxers on along with his pants.

"Okay I guess. I'm nervous for today. Its Dean coronation… he'll be 21 today. Officially king….Luc the gates will be opened today. I could meet someone today." Sam smiled at the thought, biting his lip slightly.

"Oh," Luc said flatly as he pulled his shirt over his head, "Of course Sire."

"I thought we agreed what you wouldn't call me that anymore." Sam said walking to his closet pulling the suit he had been fitted for out.

"Sire that was before I realized this was just…. Sleeping together… that it meant nothing serious." Luc explained keeping his eyes glued on the floor.

"Luc this isn't just fucking. There is something here and you know it." Sam said walking around the bed still shirtless lightly gripping the sides of Lucifer's face trying to get the man to look at him.

"Sure sounds like it's just fucking." Luc snapped back pulling out of Sam's light grip and walked to the door. Looking over his shoulder he said coldly, "I'll meet you in Dean's bathroom, you need a haircut." And he disappeared out the hall way.

"Lucifer!" Sam called after him but he knew it was no use. Sighing he walked slowly out of the room. He hasn't meant to say it like he had; it sounded a hell of a lot better in his head. Pulling his hands though his hair, he knew he had to make it obvious it wasn't only fucking. He cared deeply for Luc, he would do anything for him. Sam knew he was being selfish and stupid thinking he had any chance of meeting someone to take him away from here. He hated being locked up in this stupid castle it mostly only brought him pain. His own brother wanted nothing to do with him, he just shoved him out. Yes he cared about Luc; he was the only thing keeping him sane in this castle. Hell they had been together a little over two years now, but Luc wasn't willing to leave here. He claimed to owe it to Dean to stay, that Dean needed human contact. Sam scowled the more he thought about what he and Luc were the more and more it sounded like just fucking.

"Shit." He mumbled under his breath. On the likely hood he would be stuck here he needed to keep Luc happy. He needed to keep the one thing that kept him sane in his life. Taking a deep breath he walked into the bathroom.

AN: *hides under a blankey* Please be nice. I know not a lot of people like Samfier and Sam is being a dick about it so please don't hate me to much! Hope you liked chapter 8! REVIEW PLEASEEEEE